The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-hanging, crystalline stalactite is suspended just above the surface of a perfectly still, mercury-like pool, not a single ripple disturbing its mirrored surface. Umm, the air's thick with an electric charge that's making the fine hairs on my arms stand up, and it smells kinda sweet and citrusy, like lemons. Above, the pale pink sky is reflected in the pool, giving the illusion that I'm staring up at it from two different angles at once. The stalactite is somehow slowly unscrewing itself, its crystalline threads unwinding like the threads of a bolt.